Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.